The Eight Snake Families also have offices in New York, and although the scale is not large, it is enough to do some errands.

They drove a Bentley to pick them up and drop them off at the hotel they had booked.

The purpose of the Eight Families of Snake Qi is to either not entertain, or to be impeccable.

When you come to New York, the hotel you stay in is, of course, and can only be the Plaza Hotel.

Located in a prime location on Fifth Avenue and the south side of Central Park, The Plaza Hotel New York is a well-known landmark on New York's Upper East Side.

Since its opening in 1907, this century-old hotel has been home to celebrities and dignitaries.

The famous American writer Ward Morehouse once commented: "The Plaza Hotel is synonymous with high class." ”

As the two walked through the lush garden path and entered the hotel lobby, the opulence immediately greeted them.

The tall steel structure of the stained glass light ceiling is a striking material, which is the embodiment of the Art Nouveau trend in the decorative process.

The French court-style gold wall decorations and gilt carvings are perfectly matched with the column-free expanse of the space, perfectly highlighting the luxurious atmosphere.

Coupled with a gentle and rich light show, a lush and delicate flower show on top of the central bar cabinet, and crystal chandeliers and wall lamps, the momentum of the entire hall is set to the top.

If it is those nouveau riche, when they enter this magical hall of cultural and aesthetic integration, they will definitely feel inferiority and wonder if they will live in bankruptcy.

But Lu Mingfei didn't feel this way, he only felt that the lights were very noisy.

When he's on the mothership, he prefers to stay in a quiet, dark private meditation room.

Of course, here Lu Mingfei is not a man of his word, and he has no right to ask the hotel to turn off the lights.

So he chose to walk quickly to the front desk to check in, and then left the light-polluted hall.

The room reserved for Lu Mingfei is the Royal Suite, which has 3 bedrooms, a piano and a library, and a private elevator as a secret passage.

The most luxurious place is the bathroom, in addition to the gilded basin, the walls are also covered with 24-karat gold mosaics, striving to create the feeling of a royal bath.

He was quite satisfied with the bathroom, after all, gold was the great emperor's favorite color.

Soaking in such a bath while praying to the emperor would surely have been watched more by the great human lord.

The clerk of the Snake Eight House also vaguely asked if the room seemed empty, and they could find some suitable people to increase some popularity.

Don't worry about privacy as those will be coming in and leaving via a private elevator.

Of course, Lu Mingfei refused without hesitation.

He didn't blame these people because they didn't know about the Space Marine, didn't know that he had given up these worldly desires.

That night, Lu Mingfei sat naked in the golden bathtub and prayed to the emperor.

This meditation came the next morning.

The morning sun shines on the black Maserati, and the slender canopy reflects a sharp sheen.

Ange sat in the cab, dressed in a black and custom-made suit and shiny Italian leather shoes, his silver hair meticulously oiled, and a bright red rose on his chest.

If Fingal were here, he would have complained that the headmaster looked like a complete old thief.

Of course, Ange also defends himself, which is to attend the auction and show respect for someone.

The sound of a powerful engine reached his ears, and Ange raised his eyebrows, and the man he was waiting for came.

The blue Lamborghini drove into the berth next to him in style, and the driver got out of the car and opened the door of the rear car, blocking the upper frame with his hand to prevent the distinguished passenger from hitting his head.

A golden heel sticks out of the car, and the slender calves are not suitable for any man with a bad heart to watch, as they will be so excited that they are speeding on the spot.

Although the shoes look like noblewomen, the last thing that comes out of the car is a young girl with a face as delicate as a Renaissance portrait.

Twenty-year-old appearance, but the eyes of thirty-something, wearing the makeup of a European noblewoman, covered with a black veil, wearing an expensive waist-pinching skirt, covered with fur and shoulders.

The slender heel made her walk swaying, but there was a queenly air on her cold face.

But when she walked up to Ange, all the coldness turned into a soft expression.

"Lisa, my child, it's been hard work all the way."

The old man strode up and stretched out his arms to the girl.

"You look like you've grown up a lot, and the last time I saw you, you were still wearing your school uniform."

After the veneer ceremony, Ange said with emotion.

"Because it's been years. But you still haven't changed, time has stopped on you. ”

The girl said softly.

"That's probably because my speech is time zero."

Ange blinked and made a joke.

The girl smiled cooperatively, like an old father whose daughter perfunctorily told outdated jokes.

"What did you call me for? Angers. If you just don't have a female companion, I don't think you'll call me from Europe. ”

Lisa asked.

"I would like to introduce a young man who is very good and has a lot of integrity."

Ange replied.

"In Chinese, are you going to arrange a blind date for me?"

Lisa raised her eyebrows, her playful expression diluting a bit of her mature temperament.

"No, no, no, it's not a blind date, it's just a simple acquaintance. You and he are both the best young people in the secret party, and we are both the closest people to me, so it is necessary to get acquainted with each other. ”

Ange deliberately said in an official tone.

He has learned about Chinese culture, and now Chinese young people are very sensitive to the word blind date, and young people in France think about it.

"Really?"

Lisa tilted her head to look at him.

"Yes."

Ange said strongly.

The girl smiled and reached out to take his arm.

"Then take me to meet the S-class."

She led Ange to the hall, like a flowery daughter supporting her old but still handsome father.

"By the way, you must not discuss religious issues with him."

Ange reminded as he remembered.

"You know, he believes in a god called the Emperor."

Lisa nodded.

"Looks like you already know him well."

Ange teased.

"How dare I know a little more about someone who dares to confront the orders of the school board. I don't want to be like Frost and still be unable to move. ”

Lisa covered her mouth and laughed.

Frost's domineering appearance was not hated by anyone, and the rest of the school board was secretly happy to hear that he had been beaten up.

However, in addition to gloating, there is something else in her words.

"Ming Fei is not an arrogant person, but Frost's approach is too much. He has always respected me and believes that he must get along well with you. ”

Ange defended Lu Mingfei.

"I hope so."

Lisa said lightly.

The two of them went to the café and found a quiet corner to sit down.

Their temperament attracts a lot of attention, but the majesty of the high-blood half-breed makes others dare not approach.

"Mingfei, we're here."

Ange called Lu Mingfei.

"Ten minutes."

The other end of the line said, and hung up.

"Usually at this time, he and his members are praying in the morning."

Ange shrugged helplessly.

"It's really religious. I've heard that his community is full of elites. ”

Lisa said.

"That's right, whether it's Chu Zihang or Sakai Akina, they are both extremely good students. Especially Chu Zihang, if he hadn't joined Ming Fei's club, I would be optimistic that he would become the next president of Lionheart. ”

Ang nodded his head.

(End of chapter)